[ There's a pained longing in the tenor of Ainosuke's moan. Tadashi's touch, the hand tight and slick around Ainosuke's cock, is searing. It strikes him hard, a tremble in his stomach that shakes the rest of his body in kind, and every stroke pulls him tighter, higher, dizzying. The pleasure of it melts him molten, has him falling back in hard twists and sensuous writhes against Tadashi's chest, gripping at the back of his neck to keep them trapped together, close, god.
But then his fingers shift, tremble, push up the side of Tadashi's neck and sink into his hair. And in the softness he finds there, he remembers more. Their first-- It was in the garden, tangled together just like this. Night fallen, in an alcove of rose bushes, in the cradle of Tadashi's arms, lips and breath hot on Ainosuke's shoulder, Tadashi's hands beneath his shirt and between his legs. Hadn't they been watching the stars? The Leonids, wasn't it? Then honeyed words, and plush kisses, and heat, heat, heat, burning away all the doubt and the shame, turning their repression to ash, and--
Ainosuke's eyes fly wide when it hits, his cries fill the room, a wounded mantra of Tadashi's name. He doesn't know when his free hand found Tadashi's wrist, but he grips it tight, a ballast to steady him through each paralyzing wave of his pleasure. He shudders through the thick, heavy spill of cum, over his chest and Tadashi's hand, and it's like finding paradise. Like coming home to Eden, finally theirs again, only in Tadashi's arms.
He also doesn't know when he started crying. But he's blinking back tears when he collapses against Tadashi, suddenly bereft every ounce of tension. ]
Our first was like that. [ Ainosuke whispers, breathless, and smoothes his fingers over Tadashi's hair. ] In the roses, Tadashi. Just like that. Do you remember?
[ tadashi responds, low and husky and weighted with love, with adoration. this is special, between them -- the feeling of ainosuke coming into his hand, the sudden tension that slips away so sweetly, ainosuke clinging to him like he had that fateful night, when tadashi had given all of his heart and soul to him. they were teens, then, in love and terrified and exhilarated, making love to each other amongst the intoxicating scent of blooming roses.
he presses soft kisses against the side of his neck, encouraging him, crooning soft, barely audible words of praise as he slicks his fingers up with his cum, scooping more up to slide over his own cock. it's filthy and intimate, using ainosuke's cum as lube after such a long, long while, preparing to fuck him with just it.
but it is a reunion that has been long in coming, and he gently nips at his throat before he pushes two fingers inside of him, knowing how ainosuke likes it a little rough at first. he thinks of their youth, of how he'd lost himself in ainosuke's eyes, and he searches him out to kiss his tears away again before sealing his mouth to his.
his fingers move, slow and deliberate, and his heart skips a beat when he feels just how wonderfully snug and tight he is, the way his body clings to his slippery fingers when he fucks him, nice and slow. ]
You are the most beautiful creature I've ever set my eyes on. I wanted to keep you with me in that garden forever.
[ There's barely time for Ainosuke to recover. He's still shaking softly in the wake of his peak when Tadashi's fingers slip inside, and push him to breathless cries all over again. They brush that spot within him, and it forces Ainosuke's spine into a hard arch, too sensitive and too responsive to Tadashi's touch, even through the faint ache of his breach.
Some part of him wants to hold onto that pain, wants Tadashi to spare him the mercy and sink directly into him. Once upon a time, he'd craved it -- practically demanded it -- just like that. Because that edge of pain was always what felt comfortable, what he always understood love to be, even with Tadashi touching him so tenderly. And that's all he ever wanted from Tadashi. Love undying, love unconditional, because he'd always been the only spark in this neverending void, and Ainosuke would cling to his light in any way he could.
They were never meant to cause each other this pain. They were never meant to be alone. It wasn't agony or abuse that bound them, all those years ago. It was love, from the moment their eyes met. The kind of love that should have been held gently and tended with a delicate touch. The kind of love that should have bloomed in the sun and flourished in the soft warmth of summer.
Instead, they let it wither. They crushed its petals under careless hands and left it to dry. To die. Nothing but arid wastelands for their souls. And now here is Tadashi. An oasis, kissing life back into their love, flooding Ainosuke's entire being with his devotion. It's like suffocating. It's like breathing. Ainosuke can't decide which from one moment to the next.
He tilts his head to press kiss after kiss to Tadashi's cheek, to his jaw and his throat, then back up again. His thighs shake when he pushes himself hard against Tadashi's fingers, angles himself for more of that overwhelming rush, and breathes soft whimpers into Tadashi's ear when he finds it. ]
[ what a strong word, forever. no one knows the infinite potential of it, no one but tadashi, who looks into ainosuke's eyes and knows that that is what he wants to do, that being with him is everything that he desires in his life. tadashi's breath catches at every warm, soft kiss, the press of roses against his warm skin, and he reaches in deeper, the tips of his fingers brushing up against where he senses the sensitive knot of nerves are.
it's overwhelming, being allowed to do this together with ainosuke again after so long -- his longing and desire almost chokes him, as do the words he never thought he would hear. they were never meant to be apart from each other, even if tadashi's inaction and ainosuke's rage and grief poisoned their bond, it was always unbreakable, and tadashi's love for ainosuke has always been absolute.
it's clearer than ever now and here, when love blossoms between them with every kiss, every touch. he pulls his fingers away now, taking the chance to slick up his own very hard, every slippery cock, yearning to bury itself inside of that tight, familiar clutch of him again.
he can do little to resist that plaintive begging, and he angles himself now, with one hand curled around his hip, the other grasping the base of his dick to gently, slowly push inside of him. he shudders with every inch that stretches ainosuke's tight little hole, and looking down into where his body is taking him in almost drives him mad.
how is it possible to be even more in love with him, recklessly, wonderfully, wretchedly so? he's halfway in when he returns the kiss, nudging him so that he can kiss him squarely on the mouth as he forces him to keep still. he wants to feel this, all of this, until he bottoms out inside him, balls pressed up against the firm globes of his ass. god, he loves his ass so much. ]
[ Even wounded creatures make less of a fuss than Ainosuke does right now.
Perhaps Ainosuke is a wounded creature. If he could think at all, he wouldn't be able to conjure an argument to the contrary. He could even look the part, splayed and twisting over Tadashi's lap like this, hips stuttering as he struggles against the urge to impale himself on this cock he's ached for since he had it last, crying out enraptured agony to the chandelier above them. Is it so different from a doe in the crosshair, a fox amid the hunt? Gasping through shuddering lips, clawing at the back of Tadashi's neck, surrendering himself to oblivion? Is this salvation or damnation he feels?
His head swims, and Ainosuke swears he's falling, like tipping the cliff's edge. A rush, a plunge; and as ever, Tadashi is there to catch him. He feels powerless, he feels limitless. He feels so much, and he's forgotten which way is up, where Tadashi begins and where Ainosuke ends. They're tied, laced, woven. They're one, again, finally.
Stay. Ainosuke whispers through his tears, over and over and over. Through the desperate shower of kisses down Tadashi's throat, through the fangs pressing welts along his jaw, Ainosuke hisses the same hymn: Stay. Tadashi, stay. Please, stay.
Why couldn't these words come, all those years ago? Why couldn't Ainosuke find them then? Why couldn't Tadashi see the quiet plea behind his eyes when Ainosuke was too proud to beg? Why did Ainosuke damn them to that loneliness? Why is he terrified under Tadashi's touch now?
Terrified. More vulnerability, and Ainosuke rebels against it, down to his core. His fingers curl hard into Tadashi's hair, snap his head back to lock their gaze again. To make him look, make him see, make him swear. ]
Tell me.
[ Ainosuke's jaw is tight, voice tighter, weak and needy despite the hard edge of the demand. His stomach shakes when he shifts his hips, body clenched tight around Tadashi's cock as he drags himself to the head and then slams himself back down. ]
[ tadashi gasps, breathless and panting, desperately arching forward to capture his mouth. his hand comes to grasp ainosuke's chin, tipping it upwards so he can steal kisses, counting them as he goes -- two, three, four. tadashi is splitting ainosuke open with every thrust, and he feels so impossibly good, so tight and so slick, like ainosuke's devouring him just like this.
he ruts up into him, baring his throat to ainosuke as he obeys the violence of that tug, reading the blessed desperation in those crimson eyes. ainosuke needs tadashi as much as he needs him, and in this, he's intoxicated. ]
I promise.
[ he breathes, leaning forward to kiss him again, again and again, grinding his hips into him when he bottoms out, ruthlessly pressing against the knot of sensitive nerves that tadashi had once known so intimately, so long ago. they have much to make up for, much to do together, and now is the best place to start. tadashi coaxes him on with a low moan, urging him onwards with every shallow thrust, so deep inside of him. ]
[ Ainosuke has often thought that, from the very first time Tadashi touched him, he made Ainosuke's body strange. He was always without defense, without recourse, and Tadashi's hands twisted him to ruin like they were made to destroy him. His skin felt barren, bereft Tadashi's flesh against it. His body felt hollow, without Tadashi within it. He could try to fill that space with whomever he wished, and they never completed him -- never came close -- because all of him always belonged to Tadashi; all of him, always, was ravaged by this touch.
Even now, his desire is some visceral thing. Shapeless, formless, endless and hungry as the void within him, single-minded and ravenous. Tadashi bottoms out deep and quick, assaults him with the same ruthless precision Ainosuke loves him for. It overwhelms him without warning, floods him, shocks him through and through with each stroke and drowns him in a pleasure that feels endless. Crippling. Harrowing. But in the midst of this madness, Ainosuke can finally find the shape of his desire, firm out the blurry edges and make Tadashi out of its design at last.
Ainosuke's teeth catch hard on the side of Tadashi's neck, and when he obeys -- when he comes again, right on the edge of Tadashi's demand -- Ainosuke tastes blood. It can't be helped. It rips through him, shakes him body and soul, leaves decimation in its wake. Tadashi's throat is all that muffles the cry, and Ainosuke clings to him as he shivers apart. He swears it's all of him, every single piece, that spills out of him now, unravels him even as his body clenches tight and throbs around Tadashi's achingly perfect cock. ]
Come with me, Tadashi. [ Ainosuke gasps, weeps, pleads. ] Come in me.
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But then his fingers shift, tremble, push up the side of Tadashi's neck and sink into his hair. And in the softness he finds there, he remembers more. Their first-- It was in the garden, tangled together just like this. Night fallen, in an alcove of rose bushes, in the cradle of Tadashi's arms, lips and breath hot on Ainosuke's shoulder, Tadashi's hands beneath his shirt and between his legs. Hadn't they been watching the stars? The Leonids, wasn't it? Then honeyed words, and plush kisses, and heat, heat, heat, burning away all the doubt and the shame, turning their repression to ash, and--
Ainosuke's eyes fly wide when it hits, his cries fill the room, a wounded mantra of Tadashi's name. He doesn't know when his free hand found Tadashi's wrist, but he grips it tight, a ballast to steady him through each paralyzing wave of his pleasure. He shudders through the thick, heavy spill of cum, over his chest and Tadashi's hand, and it's like finding paradise. Like coming home to Eden, finally theirs again, only in Tadashi's arms.
He also doesn't know when he started crying. But he's blinking back tears when he collapses against Tadashi, suddenly bereft every ounce of tension. ]
Our first was like that. [ Ainosuke whispers, breathless, and smoothes his fingers over Tadashi's hair. ] In the roses, Tadashi. Just like that. Do you remember?
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[ tadashi responds, low and husky and weighted with love, with adoration. this is special, between them -- the feeling of ainosuke coming into his hand, the sudden tension that slips away so sweetly, ainosuke clinging to him like he had that fateful night, when tadashi had given all of his heart and soul to him. they were teens, then, in love and terrified and exhilarated, making love to each other amongst the intoxicating scent of blooming roses.
he presses soft kisses against the side of his neck, encouraging him, crooning soft, barely audible words of praise as he slicks his fingers up with his cum, scooping more up to slide over his own cock. it's filthy and intimate, using ainosuke's cum as lube after such a long, long while, preparing to fuck him with just it.
but it is a reunion that has been long in coming, and he gently nips at his throat before he pushes two fingers inside of him, knowing how ainosuke likes it a little rough at first. he thinks of their youth, of how he'd lost himself in ainosuke's eyes, and he searches him out to kiss his tears away again before sealing his mouth to his.
his fingers move, slow and deliberate, and his heart skips a beat when he feels just how wonderfully snug and tight he is, the way his body clings to his slippery fingers when he fucks him, nice and slow. ]
You are the most beautiful creature I've ever set my eyes on. I wanted to keep you with me in that garden forever.
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[ There's barely time for Ainosuke to recover. He's still shaking softly in the wake of his peak when Tadashi's fingers slip inside, and push him to breathless cries all over again. They brush that spot within him, and it forces Ainosuke's spine into a hard arch, too sensitive and too responsive to Tadashi's touch, even through the faint ache of his breach.
Some part of him wants to hold onto that pain, wants Tadashi to spare him the mercy and sink directly into him. Once upon a time, he'd craved it -- practically demanded it -- just like that. Because that edge of pain was always what felt comfortable, what he always understood love to be, even with Tadashi touching him so tenderly. And that's all he ever wanted from Tadashi. Love undying, love unconditional, because he'd always been the only spark in this neverending void, and Ainosuke would cling to his light in any way he could.
They were never meant to cause each other this pain. They were never meant to be alone. It wasn't agony or abuse that bound them, all those years ago. It was love, from the moment their eyes met. The kind of love that should have been held gently and tended with a delicate touch. The kind of love that should have bloomed in the sun and flourished in the soft warmth of summer.
Instead, they let it wither. They crushed its petals under careless hands and left it to dry. To die. Nothing but arid wastelands for their souls. And now here is Tadashi. An oasis, kissing life back into their love, flooding Ainosuke's entire being with his devotion. It's like suffocating. It's like breathing. Ainosuke can't decide which from one moment to the next.
He tilts his head to press kiss after kiss to Tadashi's cheek, to his jaw and his throat, then back up again. His thighs shake when he pushes himself hard against Tadashi's fingers, angles himself for more of that overwhelming rush, and breathes soft whimpers into Tadashi's ear when he finds it. ]
Please, Tadashi. More. I need you inside. Please.
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it's overwhelming, being allowed to do this together with ainosuke again after so long -- his longing and desire almost chokes him, as do the words he never thought he would hear. they were never meant to be apart from each other, even if tadashi's inaction and ainosuke's rage and grief poisoned their bond, it was always unbreakable, and tadashi's love for ainosuke has always been absolute.
it's clearer than ever now and here, when love blossoms between them with every kiss, every touch. he pulls his fingers away now, taking the chance to slick up his own very hard, every slippery cock, yearning to bury itself inside of that tight, familiar clutch of him again.
he can do little to resist that plaintive begging, and he angles himself now, with one hand curled around his hip, the other grasping the base of his dick to gently, slowly push inside of him. he shudders with every inch that stretches ainosuke's tight little hole, and looking down into where his body is taking him in almost drives him mad.
how is it possible to be even more in love with him, recklessly, wonderfully, wretchedly so? he's halfway in when he returns the kiss, nudging him so that he can kiss him squarely on the mouth as he forces him to keep still. he wants to feel this, all of this, until he bottoms out inside him, balls pressed up against the firm globes of his ass. god, he loves his ass so much. ]
Ainosuke-sama --
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Perhaps Ainosuke is a wounded creature. If he could think at all, he wouldn't be able to conjure an argument to the contrary. He could even look the part, splayed and twisting over Tadashi's lap like this, hips stuttering as he struggles against the urge to impale himself on this cock he's ached for since he had it last, crying out enraptured agony to the chandelier above them. Is it so different from a doe in the crosshair, a fox amid the hunt? Gasping through shuddering lips, clawing at the back of Tadashi's neck, surrendering himself to oblivion? Is this salvation or damnation he feels?
His head swims, and Ainosuke swears he's falling, like tipping the cliff's edge. A rush, a plunge; and as ever, Tadashi is there to catch him. He feels powerless, he feels limitless. He feels so much, and he's forgotten which way is up, where Tadashi begins and where Ainosuke ends. They're tied, laced, woven. They're one, again, finally.
Stay. Ainosuke whispers through his tears, over and over and over. Through the desperate shower of kisses down Tadashi's throat, through the fangs pressing welts along his jaw, Ainosuke hisses the same hymn: Stay. Tadashi, stay. Please, stay.
Why couldn't these words come, all those years ago? Why couldn't Ainosuke find them then? Why couldn't Tadashi see the quiet plea behind his eyes when Ainosuke was too proud to beg? Why did Ainosuke damn them to that loneliness? Why is he terrified under Tadashi's touch now?
Terrified. More vulnerability, and Ainosuke rebels against it, down to his core. His fingers curl hard into Tadashi's hair, snap his head back to lock their gaze again. To make him look, make him see, make him swear. ]
Tell me.
[ Ainosuke's jaw is tight, voice tighter, weak and needy despite the hard edge of the demand. His stomach shakes when he shifts his hips, body clenched tight around Tadashi's cock as he drags himself to the head and then slams himself back down. ]
Promise me. Stay.
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he ruts up into him, baring his throat to ainosuke as he obeys the violence of that tug, reading the blessed desperation in those crimson eyes. ainosuke needs tadashi as much as he needs him, and in this, he's intoxicated. ]
I promise.
[ he breathes, leaning forward to kiss him again, again and again, grinding his hips into him when he bottoms out, ruthlessly pressing against the knot of sensitive nerves that tadashi had once known so intimately, so long ago. they have much to make up for, much to do together, and now is the best place to start. tadashi coaxes him on with a low moan, urging him onwards with every shallow thrust, so deep inside of him. ]
I'll stay -- come for me --
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Even now, his desire is some visceral thing. Shapeless, formless, endless and hungry as the void within him, single-minded and ravenous. Tadashi bottoms out deep and quick, assaults him with the same ruthless precision Ainosuke loves him for. It overwhelms him without warning, floods him, shocks him through and through with each stroke and drowns him in a pleasure that feels endless. Crippling. Harrowing. But in the midst of this madness, Ainosuke can finally find the shape of his desire, firm out the blurry edges and make Tadashi out of its design at last.
Ainosuke's teeth catch hard on the side of Tadashi's neck, and when he obeys -- when he comes again, right on the edge of Tadashi's demand -- Ainosuke tastes blood. It can't be helped. It rips through him, shakes him body and soul, leaves decimation in its wake. Tadashi's throat is all that muffles the cry, and Ainosuke clings to him as he shivers apart. He swears it's all of him, every single piece, that spills out of him now, unravels him even as his body clenches tight and throbs around Tadashi's achingly perfect cock. ]
Come with me, Tadashi. [ Ainosuke gasps, weeps, pleads. ] Come in me.